Happy Equinox? PUT THOSE SCREENS DOWN!
Note: See yesterday’s post. And while we’re at it, part of getting personally active is to let go of screens and return to our natural selves, our bodily selves, the the natural world.
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Mid-November 2023, Meme Trail . . .
Frankly, I’m astonished and grateful that we are still here, intact, at least in my town, my neighborhood. As if the accelerating chaos enveloping the planet does not exist! I still do
STORIES FROM THE FALL, Part 4: So there we were, suddenly coming alive!
See parts 1, 2, 3, last three days. So there we were sitting in the somnambulistic waiting room, suddenly coming alive! Both of us excited and no doubt, noisy, likely making people nearby no
On this morning’s -18° F wind chilled walk, I bow down in gratitude
Walking this morning, without puppy Shadow, except for.a brief foray for him to poop. He was way too reluctant, in this extreme cold, -1° F, with wind chill plunging to -18° F. But me! I r
PRE-ECLIPSE JITTERS? No. Steadying, calm awareness in the midst of upheaval
Hmmm . . . two east coast earthquakes in the last few days. Rare. Meaning? Will the New Madrid fault line be activated? These considerations penetrating more and more over the past several w
From Loneliness to All-Oneness: HOW?
And what do I mean by loneliness? I mean feeling that you’re all alone in allowing yourself to absorb the horrors (both real and fake, past, present and future) that are now (and as us
My Post-Thanksgiving Vigil . . .
For the first time in many many years, I hosted a traditional Thanksgiving Dinner, inviting all and sundry on my mail list who had nowhere else to go. Nine people total. We had a wonderful time. An
STORIES FROM THE FALL, Part 5: We get ice; another person with the story of a fall joins the three of us
People were being called out one by one and then returned; first to give blood pressure and weight, next for Xrays, if needed, then finally, when a room became available, to be admitted into
Reflections on 911, 22 years later
Of course I remember where I was on that day and that hour. The moment someone called and told me to turn on the TV. Of course I remember where I was on November 22, 1963 also. THAT was my wake-up
EXTENDED RELFECTIONS: on Life and Death, Living and Dying
Dying Well: Chaplain Offers ‘Perfect Place’ to Have a ‘Good Death’ I loved reading the above article. Also loved this hospice chaplain’s peripatetic history! I’ve been fascinate
